Em G Out in the desert where the wind never stopsEm G A few simple people try to grow a few cropsC Am7 G Trying to maintain a life and a homeD C Am7 G On land that was theirs before the Romans found RomeEm G A few dozen survivors, ragged but proudEm G With a few woolly sheep, under gathering cloudC Am7 G It's never been easy, or free from strifeD C Am7 G But the pulse of the land is the pulse of their lifeEm G You thought it was over but it's just like beforeD C Am7 G Will there never be an end to the Indian wars?Em G It's not breech-loading rifles and wholesale slaughterEm G It's kickbacks and thugs and diverted waterC Am7 G Treaties get signed and the papers change handsD C Am7 G But they might as well draft these agreements in sandEm G Noble Savage on the cinema screenEm G An Indian's good when he cannot be seenC Am7 G And the so-called white so-called raceD C Am7 G Digs for itself a pit of disgraceEm G You thought it was over but it's just like beforeD C Am7 G Will there never be an end to the Indian wars?
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